“We’re supposed to be—supposed to be working,” Hermione panted, arching her back. Her nipples, hard from the heat of the summer evening, pebbled against the expanse of Draco’s chest, causing him to shiver in delight. Their bodies were intertwined together in a lusty tangle of limbs, and he bent down to suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. His cock rubbed sensually against her weeping entrance, causing the Witch positioned beneath him to whimper in delight and spread her legs wider.
“Quit trying to turn everything into a fucking job,” Draco growled, moving his mouth so that his lips, damp from the perspiration of the muggy day, rested deliciously against hers. Hermione gave a stiff nod, arching her back against him, bucking her hips against his.
“S—stop teasing me,” She begged, wetting her lips and inadvertently licking his own in the process. “Just do it, Malfoy, and stop being such a crude little tease.”
With a jerk and a snicker, Draco shifted his hips and sunk into the writhing Witch below him. She cried out in delight, and Draco’s moan mimicked her pleasure. He thrusted his hips wildly against her, causing Hermione to become a delicious mess underneath him. She gave helpless squeals, his name so effortlessly falling from her mouth as he fucked her raw.
“Again, again,” She managed to mutter, lifting her hips as he pulled out of her, only to pound into her rougher than before.
“You’re always so—so—” Draco began, his garbled, raspy voice getting cut off as a wave of pleasure washed over him. They weren’t supposed to engage in such sinful behavior—they were partners, after all, and were expected to treat their time away from the Ministry as nothing more than work. But the way her body molded to his, and the little noises she made whenever he entered her…it was enough to make him forget his duty to the Ministry.
It was the way her nails clawed furiously at his back, and how her hips restlessly shifted beneath his. It was the way she begged to be taken by him, and how he was more than willing to oblige. They fit together, in the most peculiar of ways. Ideally, he wasn’t supposed to like the way he felt inside of her, and he wasn’t supposed to crave her cunt or the taste of her rose-tinted lips.
But realistically, they were all that each other wanted.
THANK YOU DANIELLE!
